No Bulldog band on Friday night,

No one to wear the black & white,

If It Weren’t For Howe

There would be no Chisums, Yonces, or Mac’s

No Howe Enterprise, Magni-Fab, or Hap’s

No Ferguson Field by the railroad tracks.

If It Weren’t For Howe

Pat Stewart would never cross my mind,

No Bulldog pride of any kind,

Van Alstyne, for once, could shine,

If It Weren’t For Howe

No proms or homecomings to mix and mingle,

No “We aren’t so very brilliant” in our little jingle,

No Cavenders, Holloways or nine-thousand Engles,

If It Weren’t For Howe

No Bettys: Davis, Cordell or Chumbley,

No Norman Bennett, Elmer Schenk or Janie Finney,

No E.E. Clark, Edna Dutton, Dr. Wayne King,

If It Weren’t For Howe

No Tonia Bement or Robin Stonebarger,

No speed demons Carlene Wilson or Laura Schneider,

No Coach Adams or Coach Rich to make them push harder,

If It Weren’t For Howe

No Dickey, Fryar, McQueen or DuBose,

Not even Charles Thompson, I suppose,

No white towels being waved by Rob Boaz,

If It Weren’t For Howe

No Randy Geer for 98 yards,

No Skipworth to Hawthorne to set all the marks,

No Jesse Farrer and his great big heart,

If It Weren’t For Howe

No pom poms, pep rallies or fight songs,

No streets being painted by Bulldog moms,

No Mr. Gilstrap for 10 minutes on the intercom,

If It Weren’t For Howe

No Southwest Auction or Catching Farms,

No Future Farmers of America or the Ag barn,

No Travis Arterbury and all of his charm,

If It Weren’t For Howe

No kids educated, motivated or dedicated,

No teachers staying up late to get papers graded,

No graduates to say, “I made it!”

If It Weren’t For Howe

No Coach Simmons who built Bulldog Hall,

No trophies or photos on the wall,

No “Glory of old Howe High” at all,

If It Weren’t For Howe

But by the grace of God, there is Howe, Texas,

And I know how very happy that truly makes us,

We’re friends, we’re Bulldogs, we’re exes,

Because of Howe.